Bobby took Mudd aside.
"What's the matter with my uncle, Mudd?" asked Bobby in a tragic half-whisper.
"Matter!" said Mudd, wildly alarmed. "What's he been a-doing of?"
"I've got him in a cab outside," said Bobby.
"Oh, thank God!" said Mudd. "He's not hurt, is he?"
"No; only three sheets in the wind."
Mudd broke away for the door, followed by the other.
Simon was still asleep.
They got him out, and between them they brought him in, Bobby paying the fare with the last of his sovereign.